Chorinna sputtered as some of the spoiled cream went into her mouth. Vittoria smiled widely. âThat was as enjoyable for me as it was disgusting for this little cow.â
âTake your pick,â Lorraine replied. Vittoria observed the four women carefully. âThis one has an intelligent, but haughty bearing.â
Lorraine watched and smiled. Picking up one of the over-the-hill cream tarts, she passed it to Vittoria.
Unlike the others, Patrice didnât jiggle. Instead, the loud smacks connected solidly with the firm little backside, eliciting a wordless high-pitched exclamation from the guard with every hit.
After a little while, Lorraine pointed at Patrice. âGet the skinny one now, then weâll move on to act two.â
âGet those huge panties off her, if you have to cut them off! Theyâre ruining our enjoyment of the view.â Mercedes nodded as Lorraine barked orders at her. Rowena herself had instructed them to listen to her, after all.
Patriceâs thin form contrasted with some of the fuller-figured women on stage as Veronica untied her and led her toward the stocks.
Veronica came back to the stage, having pulled in a cart laden with what seemed to be baked goods. Creamy pies made up the majority of it.
.â Looking at Lorraine, she said, âThank you, here it is, as promised.â She handed over a heavy purse. Lorraine opened it and looked down, examining the coins inside, before hanging it from her belt. âThank you, Duchess Vittoria. It was a pleasure working with you. âLikewise. Now, on with whatever show you were putting on!â
Vittoria smiled, âYes, Lady Knight, but I think you forgot that completion of that task involves HOLDING the town.â
But then, with a fanfare, a carriage rode into the square. The townspeople, on their knees as they were, had to be moved by the guards to make way. Veronica cursed as the elegant coach nearly sideswiped the small wagon she was pushing.
âAnd to think YOU were going to lock ME in these stocks!â Lorraine taunted. âYou wonât get away with-owww!â Chorinna responded.
âYou traitor! Youâll pay! Youâll--OUCH!â Chorinnaâs recriminations were interrupted by the flat of a sword smacking her backside.
âThe army of Plouffe will rescue us!â Chorinna said, as she felt Mercedes tug her panties down her thighs.
âMessage for you, your graceâŠum, your highness,â the foot soldier said as she lingered at the tavern door. Taking the note from her, Selena nodded, and she left, clearly worried that staying too long in the tavern-turned command base could go poorly for a lowly messenger.
âWell, that looks red enough,â Lorraine said, admitting Mercedesâ work, ânow what about the others?â
âQuiet, lying witch!â Lorraine shouted, gesturing to Mercedes, who started slapping Irisâ backside with the flat of her cutlass.
âWell, donât forget about this witch! This ugly little illusionist canât be too god at magic, or sheâd do something about all thisâ (Lorraine gestured to Irisâ face and body). âBut she made my milk go sour. Sheâs trying to put me out of business.â
âAnd Clarabelle, the pigâs loyal cow,â Lorraine continued. âYou were always a big girl, werenât you. And you played at being important. Constable. Captain of this little cow-pastureâs joke of a gendarmerie. Now people can see you for what you really are.â Landing a slap on her backside, she then grabbed her hanging belly.
The soldiers cheered; they didnât know Chorinna, but seeing the chief magistrate of the town they had conquered in the stocks drove home their success. The townspeople were largely silent. Even those who thought Chorinnaâs leadership hadnât benefited them knew she didnât deserve this.
Lorraine smiled, standing behind the women in the stocks. âThank you, MiâLady. People of Dacquoise! You know me as your neighbor.â
Behind her, Lorraine ushered her prisoners onto the platform. With the help of Veronica and Mercedes, she ushered the three of them into the stocks, while the other soldiers drove the villagers from their houses, into the town square.
Back in the town, Rowena stood atop the platform in the town square, and smiled quietly to herself as she watched her troops work. Homes were being raided, inhabitants ushered out, things of value looted. âTake the finished food, but bring the ingredients to the town square!â she ordered. All was going according to plan.
Coming closer, and trying her best to remain unseen, she saw the evidence of occupying forces along the walls, then ran back to her horse, riding to the capital with as much haste as she could muster. She would go to the queen herself if thatâs what it took, and return with the royal army.
Unknown to the town or its occupiers, Auriane, a villager who worked as a courier between Dacquoise and the capital, was on the road when the town was occupied. From a distance, she saw that something was wrong.
Threatened by Veronica, Iris stood up and began stripping. Soon, she was down to a corset, her panties, and the white leggings she had been wearing under her skirt.
Rowena, in the meantime, smiled as she looked on the first three of her prisoners in the newly-conquered town.
Clarabelle complied. Iris, out of tricks, dropped to her knees and surrendered to Lorraine, and Chorinna, begrudgingly, had to follow suit.
âYou were a fool to challenge me!â Rowena declared, âBut I suppose you know that now. Kneel and Iâll spare your life.â
Clarabelle was too terrified to move, as Rowenaâs sword stripped her, one piece of armor at a time. First her belt and scabbard, then her skirt, then the chainmail.
After about a dozen parries, Rowenaâs expression changed. With one flick of the wrist, she disarmed Clarabelle.
Lorraine ran toward Chorinna, but the magistrate did her best to stay away from the armed dairy farmer.
âIâll take care of this one, â Rowena said, smiling, âYou can handle the others, I take it?â
Arriving at the gate, they found Chorinna and Eleanor having just closed the gate, and Clarabelle, having secured the area, headed straight for the town square.
âMy soldiers should have already occupied this square. Take this,â Rowena said, handing the mace to Lorraine to complete the outfit. âWe will make for the gate and see whatâs wrong.â With supreme confidence, she patted her horse and left it behind as the two of them made for the gate.